Rock and Roll: Glorious Years

Upon hearing the song title, Xia Yuxi in the lounge doubted her ears: "Did they even change the song title?"

The production team did an excellent job of keeping it a secret; only Niu Boyi and Pan Jianhu among the five mentors knew about it. So when Liu Yao and the others heard the song title, they were all surprised: "Bian Lang didn't completely change the song, did he?"

Niu Boyi and Pan Jianhu delivered award-winning performances at this moment:

"have no idea!"

"I think it's really hard to say!"

A moment later, all the stage lights went out, leaving only five beams of light to illuminate the five band members. Bian Langchong and Su Kan nodded, and then the intro from the keyboard and Bian Lang's lead guitar began to play.

Xia Yuxi was very familiar with his own songs. As soon as the intro started, he knew that this song was completely different from his own. He couldn't match any of the chords, rhythms, or tempos.

"Is this acceptable? How can the production team tolerate this kind of behavior! I'm going to incite the others to boycott the competition!"

Once the other three musicians joined in, the tranquil, ethereal, and slightly psychedelic atmosphere of the prelude immediately contrasted sharply with the more energetic arrangements by the previous bands!

A picture of a light, drizzling night rain began to take shape in the minds of the listeners!

"Walking in the rain, the blue streetlights gradually appear, we gaze at each other, silently embracing, searching for the past, for the warm past, which has vanished..."

Bian Lang turned the nasal resonance up to the maximum this time, and kept his breath in the middle of his vocal cords. He didn't have the angry power he had when singing "No Place to Hide", but he sang the word "sorrow" clearly!

"Cantonese? Bian Lang actually changed this song to Cantonese? No, he wrote a Cantonese song!" Lin Yaorong looked at Pan Jianhu with a surprised expression. Pan Jianhu shrugged at him and then pointed to his ear.

Liu Yao was more surprised than delighted. She had already had opinions about the songs the show had chosen for the competition, but since the sponsors and some entertainment companies had made deals, there was no point in her saying anything.

Bian Lang and the others surprisingly didn't choose any songs and wrote their own. She looked at Niu Boyi, and to her surprise, Niu Boyi simply closed his eyes and started listening to the song.

"Let the rain fall on my face, I can't distinguish between water droplets and tear stains, my heart is even more chaotic, a thousand strands of sorrow entangle me, her sudden change in attitude, I didn't mean to hurt her with my words, I can't stop..."

The song continued, and those audience members who heeded the advice, including the little witch, closed their eyes and listened carefully to the poignant sorrow conveyed by the gentle rain.

The rock musicians were completely dumbfounded:

"This song... is quite popular. Does anyone still remember Xia Yuxi..." A musician started to say, but then remembered that the person in question was also present, so he quickly shut up.

But Xia Yuxi had already heard it. He never expected that what was supposed to be a winning script would end with him becoming the biggest clown: "He didn't alter my song!"

Upon hearing this, the group of rock musicians suddenly realized:

"Oh, so we can choose the songs ourselves?"

"It's probably Bian Lang's own song..." Old Zhao wasn't entirely sure, but he just had a feeling about it.

"You can actually play like that?! How could we have done that back then! Holy crap..."

Knowing the inside story, Huang Kai guessed that the bass solo was about to start and interrupted, "Just enjoy the song! We'll know what happened after you finish singing, won't we?"

"On this cold, rainy night, I'm by your side, hoping you'll know. Do you know my heart has changed since then? We're just forcing ourselves to stay together... On this cold, rainy night, I don't want to go home, afraid to see your back. I can only smile bitterly at the raindrops. I should have made things clear, but I don't have the courage to try..."

As the chorus ended, Bian Lang and Ouyang retreated outside the cone of light, leaving the front row to Mu Mian. When the vibrato bass with its overtones came out, without the assistance of other instruments, it was like an invisible soft sword, striking straight into people's hearts.

The lounge instantly erupted in chaos:

"Bass solo? This..."

"This was definitely written by Bian Lang himself. As a bassist, I can say with certainty that I've never heard this solo before..."

"Brother Kai, you..." The person on Huang Kai's team recognized that the bass in Mu Mian's hand was his.

"Shut up!" Huang Kai spoke again, silencing everyone.

Although he himself has the sheet music and has seen Beyond's complete rehearsals, the addition of stage lighting and sound has elevated the atmosphere of the song to another level.

The song begins with the sound of pattering rain, and remains relatively calm throughout, revealing a contradiction within its gentle rhythm, a sadness mixed with helplessness. The melancholy and sorrow, amplified by Bian Lang's highly infectious voice, made Huang Kai feel as if the cold rain were truly falling on him, chilling him to the bone and leaving him utterly heartbroken.

These vivid lyrics flowed through my ears, and images flashed through my mind frame by frame: streetlights gradually brightening, walking in the rain, speechless glances, tears mingling...

As soon as that bass line came on, Huang Kai took the lead and stood up, giving a metallic salute to the screen! He didn't care what others did; his gesture was a tribute to Bian Lang, a tribute to him for writing that bass solo.

The situation on this side was even more chaotic, and those who knew the ins and outs were filled with silent admiration.

"Holy crap! This girl's bass solo is amazing! So cool!"

"Ah, I really want to be that bass guitar, I want to be played by a pretty girl!"

"The arranger is truly amazing, it must be Bian Lang! He's incredible!"

Those who don't understand are still thinking, "This electric guitar is so strange, how come it only has 5 strings?"

The little witch was so excited she was practically in heaven. She was absolutely certain that the arrangement of this bass solo was Bian Lang's work, although she felt that the overall melody was too lyrical and pop-oriented, and even had a touch of psychedelic flavor.

But with this solo, the stylistic debate surrounding this song is no longer so important!

She felt that this was destined to be recorded in the history of Chinese rock! As for the lyrics, she, a Shanghai native, didn't understand them very well, but the magic of good music is that you only need to listen to the melody to bring the listener into the mood that the author wants to express.

Besides, Bian Lang's voice is so pleasant to listen to that he thinks even a casual hum could become a classic!

Liu Yao stood up again, this time with Lin Yaorong, and the two of them gave a metallic salute to the stage.

Niu Bo saw this and followed suit, mimicking the gestures.

However, all of this was done in silence, with only the sound of instruments echoing throughout the studio.

Even Xia Yuxi's die-hard fans were drawn into the song's mood, unconsciously waving their glow sticks and swaying to the rhythm.

After the 1 minute and 35 second interlude, Bian Lang and Ouyang returned to the spotlight. The guitar music picked up again, and the drumbeats became richer. Bian Lang's voice followed: "On this cold rainy night, I'm by your side, hoping you'll know. Do you know my heart has changed since then? We're just barely getting along... On this cold rainy night, I don't want to go home, afraid to see your back. I can only smile bitterly at the raindrops. I should have made things clear, but I didn't have the courage to try..."

"Ah...oh...oh...oh...ah...oh...oh...oh...oh..."

The song ended, but the sorrowful mood that permeated the entire studio lingered for a long time.

Some audience members who understood the meaning of the lyrics and had similar experiences already had tears streaming down their faces.

It wasn't until the stage lights came on and the five members of Beyond gathered together that everyone came to their senses.

Huang Kai stood in the lounge with his hands raised in a metal salute, never lowering them. He was both excited and extremely regretful.

He was fortunate enough to participate in this classic scene that was destined to leave a strong mark on the history of Chinese rock, but unfortunately he was only a witness!

If he had the courage of the five members of Beyond, and risked withdrawing from the competition to join the band, then he would be the one who left the first stage video of this classic bass solo!

Moreover, he realized something through this experience: the atmosphere in the rock scene needs to change. If they continue to be so stagnant, even after another 10 years, they'll still be in the same boat, just hovering on the fringes of the Chinese music scene. This is a far cry from his aspirations when he first started playing rock.

"Damn! This side is really infuriating! That idiot surnamed Li, and Wei Lan is blind too... If Bianlang comes with Magic Disc... No, this is just a temporary team, Bianlang's band hasn't been formed yet..." Thinking of this, Huang Kai's impulsive impulses were uncontrollable.

After a long silence, Niu Boyi finally spoke up: "Beyond band! Bian Lang! Tell me, why did you choose this song?"

Bian Lang walked to the microphone stand, took the microphone, and led the other four members in a deep bow to the audience before speaking: "We're sorry! We broke the rules set by the program team by not choosing the corresponding song provided by the program team for our adaptation. This is unfair to the other bands, so we've decided to withdraw from the competition! Thank you again to the program team and everyone for giving us the opportunity to sing this song!"